Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Index. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.